Easter Bunny

Easter Bunny

Eric stood at the window and watched the rain bounce off carroofs. His neighbours, the McFarlane’s, had laid out decorations for Easter.Their house had a giant set of rabbit ears and a load of cheap plastic eggsdecorating the drive. He could understand Christmas and just about get his headaround the newest craze that was turning your house into a poor man’s ghosttrain for Halloween, but Easter?

“The fucking tossers.”

He hated most public holidays .Easter was the worst. He’dnever told anyone, and probably never would, that his father killed himself atEaster. How, when he was twelve years old and gorging himself on chocolate, hisfather went upstairs to the bedroom and hanged himself from the light fitting.Eric went looking for him about half an hour later to confess the number ofeggs he had eaten, and found him gently rocking back and forth, his eyes almostbulging out his head, his face contorted into a strange grin.

Why would he ever tell anyone that? They all branded him aweirdo just because he lived by himself and spent his days staring out of thewindow, threatening and hurling abuse at any kids who ventured near his car. Heloathed all people, not just kids, but they made him especially mad because oftheir constant happiness.

He sat down and tried to focus on the television but theonly programmes on were about antiques or the social underclass. He longed formore gangster documentaries or films. Something to give him a bit moreexcitement and take him away from this pitiful existence.

Eric wasn’t evil, he was judgemental and felt that the worldowed him. He knew he deserved better things out of life and although he neverworked for anything, he thought there would be a knock at the door one day andeverything would be better.

Climbing the stairs he was suddenly aware of how old he wasbecoming. His knees creaked and his neck was stiff, and his eyesight wasgetting worse. He thought again of his dad, the clothes line cutting into hisneck, his toes gently scraping over the duvet.

Eric wriggled, trying to get comfortable under the covers. Asingle mother with five kids had moved in next door and they made constantnoise.

He awoke in the darkness, unsure how long he’d been asleep.The room was quiet, too quiet. Usually there was noise from the trafficoutside, or next door, or the late night revellers coming out of the trainstation. He sat up and tried to switch on the TV, but it was unplugged, theremote worse than useless.

A glimmer of light flitted under his bedroom door. Ericalways turned all the lights off, it was part of his bedtime routine. He got upout of bed and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Edging his way down thelanding, he paused at the spare room. The room used to be his dad’s bedroom butwas now used to store old clothes and DVD’s.

The bedroom was as always, very cold. The radiator hadn’tworked properly in years, the pipes at the bottom gurgled and shook but therewas never any heat.

Something broke through the faded wallpaper. It rolledacross the floor and stopped at Eric’s feet. It was a giant Easter egg, itssilver foil parted like a face hugger was about to launch an attack. Anotheregg came, then another. Eric watched in silent terror, two furry ears spreadover the side and started to haul out what was inside.

His bowels let go, the running mess dripping onto thecarpet.

Eric held his eyes shut but curiosity got the better of himand he opened them again. The figure that confronted him was medium height,slender. It had arms but they certainly weren’t fluffy paws. The creaturereminded Eric of the Cadbury’s Bunny but with sickly yellow eyes and mangy fur.It sputtered as if to speak, and Eric was covered in a thin brown liquid. Itswarmth quickly cooling against his skin. It stepped forward, globs of droolsplashing onto the floor and soaking into the carpet. Eric knew then and therethat although he hated Easter there was no escaping it.

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Kiz16:
After a truly shocking start to the story, I found the style and content slowed down as the author introduced a varied group of characters who I thought were fleshed out very well. After a slow couple of chapters, I found this story difficult to leave with the tension growing within the house. Yo...

heich:
Excellent story and excellent writing style. I hope in the future read your works.The story you present is innovative, fresh, different from everything else and let a feeling that you know you want to read more of it. I hope you continue moving in the same, because he's smart and only you know wh...

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This is an artfully-written horror story which deals with the most frightening monsters in the entire history of the macabre: teenagers. Indeed, the author captures the speech, relationships, and general highly-charged, petty, and competitive atmosphere of high school so well, that you would swea...

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This story was gripping and very professionally written. With lots of twists and slight of hand tricks, the author deceives the reader until finally showing their cards at the end. With several subplots all intertwining to create the main plot, this really is an interesting and engaging read.

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The book was hella great. You never know what's going to happen next. There's a lot of clues that shows to the next scene. I thought Miley and David would marry each other in this book but too my disappointment, they didn't. I have a ques. Will there be a part two to this book?

Ben Gauger:
Kudos to Bryan Laesch, author of Remnants of Chaos:Chaotic Omens for his use of the Gothic style of writing and in addition the footnotes and endnotes at the end of each chapter, a welcome accompaniment to be sure, though his use of grammar could use a little improving, but his use of punctuation...

duggsy:
This kept me intrigued, I only intended on reading 1 chapter but couldn't stop until I'd read the whole thing. The only let-down were a few spelling mistakes hence the 3 stars but otherwise a great read.

Bradley Darewood:
I really really really liked this. I just voted for you!The voice is flawless-- I can't write men as well as you do and I have a penis. Maybe I'm narcissistic but I particularly enjoyed the moment where he muses about how artists would do better in such a solitary job. But my favorite moment ...

skippybash12:
This story has engaging characters that you care about and a plot that is unpredictable and exciting. It is well written with a believable voice. Great weekend escape and if there was a sequel available I would buy it today -